Heems - Death Is Not An Option lyrics

rate me

I’m from that 456 line, that cocaine bread time

Razor blades rest on my tongue, cutting curfew shit

I’m from the slums, let me serve you

Real cause my verkal, ill bring the hearse through

Killers papis murk you, kill cold shoulder

How I build motor roller, ringing still with that old flow

Dope jo, chop that work, coco, snow cold, icy

My quarter’s real pricey, hide the crack up in my socks

Now it’s stinking up my nikes

I got bars, hit this converse, chucking up this dirt

Motherfucker loading s case

Nah right, got that bitch like now right across the draw

Should have paid attention to your blindside

Tenbo, mob life, second coming broadlife

Spanish harlem, on the way the watch heights

Love by, 10 but, mob life, second coming god like

Spanish harlem, on the way the watch heights, love by

Slap it to fly the whole mouth, tell em I told you, tell me I hold you

See me coming out the bodega with a dutchie and a jumble way a jukebox

Looking tight bummy in my 2 socks

Y’all soft, all off, I go raw dog on a bitch

Y’all go soft on a bitch, ride till I’m rich, fly as a bitch

Death is not an option, I come back and haunt them

Fuck it if they want it, can’t see em cause he on one

Bust that ill shit, head explode, leave that bitch bloody in the road

Me that shit, dummy check the flow

You don’t wanna test the water

Death shark, death shark, blood in the water

Fuck you mad bitch look he a goner

He try, he die, he lie

He not like me

Me, me, me, it’s all about me

Me, me, me, that’s a vocal warm up

I’m on that F-train, I’m on the BQE

The best brain she freak with me, frequently

Everybody love me, I’m Raymond

I’m Tony Bourdain, I don’t need a reservation

Ok then, I’m wasted, geeked and I’m spacing

Weed that I'm blazing and E that is laced with

Codeine and some K and we freaking and shakin

My seeds that she's tasting, cream that we wasting

Jesus I’m baking, reaching and space shit

Green that I'm making, Greece for vacation

Seems they vacating, keep them 'placating

Eat and then say shit, the beat that I’m slaying

It’s probably, probably, purposely weighing

Seems like its’ pavement, concrete solid

Pictures of bacon, hole in my heart

That is keeping swaying.

Thanks to copteezy for correcting these lyrics

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